The queen is a bit cowardly

"The slaves in other counties are not so lucky." The girl drank another glass of wine and said, "Recently, the slaves in the nearby Fuyang County have become enemies with their masters, and there has been a lot of trouble."

Then, the girl looked at the two slaves beside Balak. In fact, most of the slaves could tell at a glance that the two were wearing the worst clothes, and the skin on their faces was dry, and some dead skin had turned up. The lower position, so the back is habitually bent.

"Is this your slave?" the girl asked.

"No," Balak said, slapping the backs of the slaves beside him vigorously, "I'm good to them."

The girl said: "Then will they disobey your will?"

Balak also asked, "Do you dare to disobey your master?"

Outsiders don't know, but they know that the owner here naturally refers to Wei Xin.

The slave replied: "The master has treated us very well, and I will never repay it in a hundred deaths."

"You see, that's a good slave," said the girl.

Bale brought the topic back again: "Then why did those bad slaves in Fuyang County do such treacherous things?"

"I don't know, but it shouldn't end well."

"Too."

Afterwards, Ba Le talked nonsense with the girl again, and as expected, the girl's father was a barbarian, so it's no wonder that she was a little bolder than other girls in this town, but it's been almost ten years since she came to Niandong County Those who are affected are like a local, full of feminine virtues.But Chang Lan, who should have the virtue of a woman most in this world, does have the mind to tolerate the world.

Fuyang County

Jiang Xuanyu paced back and forth in the county mansion, and the officials of the county mansion did not dare to show their air while sitting on both sides. Just three days ago, a nursery rhyme suddenly came out from Fuyang County.

The song sang: The twelfth lunar month is cold, there is no clothes to wear, the nobleman's fur jacket and charcoal, my heart is cold and my heart is broken, the twelfth lunar month is cold, I can only sigh, the family and ministers are drinking wine and meat, and my generation has no food for dry bark.

It is not known where this song came from, but the slaves sang it very catchy. The slaves in the Gongqing’s mansion were honest, but they also sang it in private, and the surrounding gentry and people’s homes had long since lost their slaves. , living a life that is not as good as that of an animal, and this year is extremely cold again. With the days that can be seen at a glance, everyone knows that the only way to survive this cold winter is to die.

So the song traveled farther and farther, and many escaped slaves had gathered together. As the saying goes, fallen grass is a bandit, but these people are already humbler than grass, and they just want to live.

Jiang Xuanyu stopped in his tracks, and the surrounding county officials were even more out of breath.

"The slaves in how many counties are making trouble now?"

The county magistrate of Yue County moved forward slightly, the magistrate of Li County followed suit, and then the rest of the subordinate officials also advanced half a step. Fuyang County only had 44 cities in six counties. There are problems in the counties and towns.

Jiang Xuanyu took a deep breath. Recently, the mountains were covered by heavy snow. He thought that Jiang Qingluan would not be able to wait. Who knew that a group of slaves were waiting for him. These slaves are the most humble people in the world. They are like animals. Suddenly, but the slave started hurting people now, but he was a little caught off guard.

"Trash!" Jiang Xuanyu picked up a teacup casually and threw it on the ground vigorously. The fine porcelain was smashed to pieces, and some larger pieces hit the Yue County magistrate's feet, cutting a shallow slit. mouth.

But quiet... still no one dared to speak.

"Why don't you talk!" Jiang Xuanyu looked at the county officials. He managed Fuyang County on behalf of his father and was the younger brother of King Fu, so he naturally didn't dare to disobey.

"The slaves rebelled suddenly..." A county official said submissively: "We didn't expect...the slaves... dared to rebel."

"You didn't think of it either? What can you think of in your mind?!" Jiang Xuanyu forced himself to suppress his anger and asked, "I want to know how many slaves in each of your counties participated in this rebellion?!"

The county magistrate of Yuexian didn't care about the injury on his foot, and replied in a low voice: "There are nearly 300 people in my county, and they are currently in a village in the south of the county."

"300 people?" Jiang Xuanyu was a little disbelieving: "Where do you get so many slaves in your county?"

There are emperors in the world, princes under the emperor, princes under the princes, and scholars under the princes. Everything has rules. In a county, the highest title is no more than Xu Nan, and Xu Nan is the lowest among the princes. The number of slaves who can have cannot More than 12, Xu Nan is a scholar, and there are no more than 100 scholars and slaves. Jiang Xuanfei naturally knows how many ministers and scholars there are in this county.No matter how many slaves are counted, there will not be more than [-] slaves. Needless to say, these [-] slaves were accepted by themselves in violation of the rules.

The magistrate of Yue County swallowed his throat, and replied cautiously: "Little one... I don't know."

"I don't know!" Jiang Xuanyu stepped forward and kicked the county magistrate to the ground, but he didn't expose the lie, and then asked, "Since we are in the village, why didn't the chief help catch the thief?"

"I sent someone to inspect the village that day, but they never returned." The magistrate of Yue County said with aggrieved face.

"My place is the same..." Another county official also said: "Those slaves fled to remote villages and disappeared without a trace, and the village chiefs did not stop to report."

Jiang Xuanyu returned to his seat, and now there is no way to get angry, so he ordered someone to bring the drawings of Fuyang County. He scanned the troubled counties and outlined the village where the slaves disappeared. For the first time, I felt a little caught off guard, and when I thought that I was being played around by the slaves, I was even more angry.

"Someone must be instigating behind the scenes." Jiang Xuanfei said coldly.

"I think so too."

"The minister reconsidered..."

Jiang Xuanxuan looked at this group of incompetent officials, who had been pampered for several generations, and all of them had a vegetarian meal. Now even the slaves are bullying him, and there is nothing he can do except talk.

"Everyone, listen." Since his subordinates are incompetent, he can only worry about it himself, Jiang Xuanxuan continued: "You have slaves in your family, take care of them first, if anyone refuses to obey, he must be tortured and killed as an example."

"Here." The officials replied.

"If any children still sing that nursery rhyme, their parents will be punished."

"Here."

"As for the superiors, if there is any act of sheltering bandits, the three clans will be punished."

Three orders in a row, all extremely vicious.Seeing the county officials looking at each other, Jiang Xuanyu shouted again: "Why are you still sitting here? Why don't you do it!"

There is a rabbit sitting in the village. Although the surroundings are not his local accent, he has not passed the days when the slave brothers sat together and roasted the bonfire for a long time.

The village chief's daughter was a shy girl, about eleven or twelve years old, who ran over with a red face holding a dustpan of horse-head melons.

"Ada asked me to send it." After the words were finished, You blushed and ran away.

A rabbit picked up a long log under its feet, dug a hole under the campfire, and threw a few horse-head melons into it.

"This is delicious when baked," said a rabbit.

Others haven't eaten anything, but there is a rabbit who has given out jerky to everyone, so I think this melon will not be bad.

"Thank you brother for saving your life." A young man said, his clothes were worn out, his shoulder should have been wounded, and he was wrapping it up.

"You're welcome." You Rabbit replied, "I was also a slave before, and I lived as well as you did. By the way, what's your name?"

The young slave saw that there was a rabbit wearing thick clothes and a jade pendant on his waist, so how could he be a slave?

"My name is Feng Jia," the young man replied, "I'm from Yue County, and we all came from Yue County."

Feng Jia asked You Tu: "It seems that brother is not from here."

Youtu is indeed from Fu country, but he was sold to Daxin since he was a child, so compared with the people here, his skin is fairer.

"I'm from the other side of the mountain, from Baili County." A rabbit replied.

"Why did you come here?" Feng Jia asked, and other people around also echoed.

"My lord said that the slaves in the world are suffering, let us save the common people." Youtu said.

This strange remark was unheard of, and some inexperienced slaves asked, "Then your master is also a slave?"

There was laughter beside the bonfire, Feng Jia said, "Is your lord your master?"

"It used to be." A rabbit said: "But the master gave us all freedom one day."

For slaves, freedom is more precious than treasures, gourmet food, and furs. When You Rabbit said this, everyone's eyes lit up.

Feng Jia was still smart, and asked, "Then you started to sing that song recently?"

Youtu nodded and confessed, "Exactly."

Suddenly, the campfire became quiet again. Perhaps no one thought that the song really had a source.The slaves were used to the political struggles of the Gongqingmen, so of course they were also afraid of becoming someone else's bargaining chip.

"Everyone, don't worry, my adults said that if the snow here melts, let me take everyone to the other side of the mountain." After a while, a rabbit asked: "Do you know what kind of world is on the other side of the mountain?"

In fact, Feng Jia also had expectations, and asked, "Do you have clothes to wear? Do you have food to eat?"

"You keep your clothes warm and you have enough food." While talking, Rabbit You planed a charcoal fire, looked at the horse-headed melon, and said, "The most important thing is to have land to grow."

"All the land?" An old lady said, this is not a slave but a villager watching the excitement in the village.

"Give them all, and send someone to teach you if you don't know how to farm." A rabbit came again: "You are as old as grandma, and you can make clay pots without farming. In short, as long as you work, you won't starve."

The word that there is a rabbit makes everyone's eyes full of hope. With the scent of horse head melon wafting out, those visions and imaginations for the future are also ignited by the campfire.

Zhang Nanjing organized people to cut down dead trees, and Chang Lan told him that next year the county would need more reclaimed land. The slave-born magistrate believed in his princess unconditionally.In just ten days, the land of the entire county was expanded by another [-] mu.

"My lord, this is a well-equipped carrier pigeon."

As a result, the carrier pigeon, Jing Nan tied the written official document, and along the smooth feathers of the pigeon, the county official whispered to the pigeon: "It will fly to the princess."

The pigeon spreads its wings and flies, and the cold winter makes its wings a little stiff, but this will not make it forget its instinct to go home. It flaps its wings faster and flies towards the sky. The sun is still hiding behind the clouds, but it can break through Clouds are sunshine.

The author has something to say: Your Highness: The author won’t give me a shot anymore, when will my partner come to rescue me?

Princess: I see you are doing well